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The Prince
by Madness

Buster, he sold the heat with a rock-steady beat

An earthquake is erupting, but not in Orange street
A ghost-dance is preparing, You got to help us with your feet
If you're not in the mood to dance, step back, grab yourself a seat
This may not be uptown Jamaica, but we promise you a treat

Buster, bowl me over with your bogus dance, shuffle me off my feet
Even if I keep on runnin', I'll never get to Orange street

So I'll say there's nothin' left to say, for the man who set the beat
So I'll leave it up to you out there, to get him back on his feet

Buster, bowl me over with your bogus dance, shuffle me off my feet
Even if I'll keep on runnin', I'll never get to Orange Street

Bring back the
Who is the
We want the

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CATHAL JOSEPH SMYTH, CHRISTOPHER JOHN FOREMAN, DANIEL MARK WOODGATE, GRAHAM MCPHERSON, LEE THOMPSON, LEE JAY THOMPSON, MARK WILLIAM BEDFORD, MICHAEL BARSON

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yad nala

Oh I'm 13 again when i watch this. How brilliant were these younguns?

Dave Anderson

It was my era I still love ska music

maurmi

Me too!

Gary Ranford

Me too, I remember hearing this for the first time on the wireless Lol... Classic Madness, at its best

pigeon lad

chas smash was and still is a mint dancer

Simon Bowles

pigeon lad oooh yes

Gary May

JPowell1997 He danced great 79-81 then went nutty lost the aka touch

JPowell1997

He played the trumpet 🎺 too

Tricia Buchan

keepin the faith........

pigeon lad

Thank's Andrew,I also love Northern Soul !

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